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With This Ring - by Lilachigh


Chp 8 Starved for too Long


It was dark in the kitchen. The portal glowed briefly and two figures flew through it, hand in hand.

‘Bloody hell!’ Spike skidded to a halt before he could crash into the sink. ‘I’ll say it again, couldn’t the Willows have put the portals somewhere sensible! Like in the middle of a field!’

Buffy picked herself up and gazed round. Nothing had changed, and here, unlike the other Sunnydale, all her memories of both places were complete.

Spike padded over to the fridge and pulled out a packet of blood. ‘Good old WillTwo. She’s stocked us up with supplies, pet.’ He threw Buffy a can of Coke and put the blood in the microwave.

Buffy sat on a kitchen stool and watched him, lovingly. The enemy of minutes ago was now her husband, the man she adored, passionately, deeply, endlessly.

‘Why is it that in this Sunnydale, you have the appetite of a horse?’ she asked with a giggle.

Spike turned and raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Well, pet,’ he drawled, ‘in this world, I need to keep my strength up!’ He prowled across the room to her, took the can away from her and kissed her, licking the remains of the fizzy drink from her tongue.

‘Hey, slayer,’ he muttered against her neck. ‘Do you realise everything we do here is legal?’

‘Well, it’s legal wherever we are,’ she replied grumpily, pushing her hands under his T-shirt, searching for his bare skin like a woman who’d been starved for too long. ‘It’s just that we don’t remember!’

She pressed the length of her body against his, trying to imprint every centimetre of him into her brain cells. Surely this feeling should survive back in the other world?

‘Achemm! Excuse us! We did knock!’

They broke apart slowly. Here there was no need to feel ashamed at showing their feelings for each other. OzTwo and WillTwo stood in the doorway, smiling. Behind them stood a pretty, creamy skinned girl with long braided hair.

‘Buffy, Spike, this is Tara, Xander’s girl friend.’

Buffy gave her brain a mental shake. By his expression she knew Spike was doing the same thing. Keeping everyone’s relationships straight in the two different worlds was confusing. Here Tara and Xander were obviously together. Oz and Willow. And she was married to Spike.

‘Hi, Tara.’

‘B..B...Buffy, hello. And S...Spike. It’s great to meet you both at l...last. Do you think you can help f..f...find Xander?’

Buffy gestured to them all to sit down round the dining table. ‘We still don’t fully understand what’s been happening. Will, can you explain?’

The red-headed witch bit her lip. She looked pale and unhappy. OzTwo reached out and placed a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.

‘Buffy, we don’t know what to think. Xander’s been, well, Xander‘s been acting oddly for a couple of months now.’ She flashed a glance over at TaraTwo who nodded, head down, fiddling with the piece of ribbon at the end of her braid.

‘Quiet, jumpy, a bit bad tempered.’

‘On the sauce?’ Spike broke in laconically.

‘You mean d..drinking?’ TaraTwo looked up, her cheeks reddening. ‘No, he’s b...been much better since we...since we - ’

‘OK, we get the picture!’ Buffy broke in hastily. ‘So no drinking. What about work?’

‘He got a job just after you left last time. Working bar at the Bronze. He seemed really okay with it.’ OzTwo’s voice was concerned.

‘I used to go there after m..my Wiccan meeting,’ TaraTwo put in. ‘We’d have coffee and talk and he’d walk me home. Then...l...lately, he asked me not to c...come to the Bronze.’

‘Why?’

‘H..he said there was a bunch of roughs using it and h..he didn’t w...want me around them,’ TaraTwo explained, her eyes huge and glistening.

Spike tipped his chair onto its back legs. ‘And has everything else been OK between you?’

‘W..what do you mean?’

Spike looked slightly disconcerted. This Tara was even shyer than TaraOne. ‘Well, I take it you and Xander are, well, - ’

‘He means you are sleeping together, aren’t you?’ Buffy said, glaring at her husband, who leered at her and made a kissing motion with his lips, ‘Honestly, Spike, what’s that got to do with Xander going missing.’

Spike suddenly looked serious and banged his chair back down with a thump. ‘A lot, sweetheart. Bloke doesn’t walk out on a gorgeous girl like Tara for no good reason. Just wondered if he’d been showing signs of problems, that’s all. I know humans do have these little failures in that department, unlike us vamps, who as you know only too well...’

‘Yes, all right. Thank you, Mr Love God 2000,’ Buffy said hastily, not wanting details of their love life to be broadcast round this Sunnydale universe.

‘Anyway, Buffy,’ WillTwo said, trying to get the conversation back on track. ‘Three nights ago, Xander never came home from the Bronze. Tara went down there the next day and the girl behind the bar said she thought he’d left at the usual time, but no one had actually seen him leaving.’

‘I checked out a couple of other bars,’ OzTwo said. ‘You know - sorry, Tara - but ones where guys go sometimes.’

‘And I’ve cast a locator spell for him,’ WillTwo said. ‘Tara helped so it was quite a strong one. Buffy, there’s no sign of him in Sunnydale at all!’

Buffy looked at Spike and could tell by his expression that he wasn’t too happy with this news. In this world, he and Xander were quite friendly. In the old Sunnydale, she knew the vampire would just have laughed and hoped out loud that some little nasty had taken a bite out of the boy, but not here. Here he was concerned. It left her feeling very odd.

‘So, we don’t know what to do next,’ WillTwo went on. `That’s why I sent Oz through the portal to get you. I know how busy you are over there, but we really do need your help here, Buffy.’

‘Don’t worry, Will, we’ll find him,’ Buffy said. ‘Me and Mr Love God will go and call on a few of the neighbourhood demons. If anything has happened to Xander, they’ll know for sure.‘

‘B..Buffy...’ Tara looked up, her beautiful face stricken. ‘What if Spike’s sort of right. What if he’s just decided he d...doesn’t want m...me any more? Perhaps I sh...should move away and then he m...might come back.’

Buffy laid a hand gently on the other girl’s arm. ‘Tara, he wouldn’t walk out on someone he loved. Even if he was drinking a lot - which you say he wasn’t. Xander may not be a fighter like me and Spike, but he’s still brave in his own way. He wouldn’t be a coward about your relationship. No, something’s happened to him. And tomorrow we’ll find out exactly what.’

When Willow, Oz and Tara had left, Buffy went upstairs to their bedroom and sat at the dressing-table, brushing her hair. It crackled under the bristles, flying up round her head like a fiery blonde halo.

She was gazing at her reflection when she felt two hands on her shoulders, even though she could see no one in the mirror.

The brush was taken out of her hand and she arched her head back as Spike continued where she’d left off.

‘You look worried, pet,’ he said, softly. ‘Do you think something bad’s happened to the boy? Want to go out now and have a hunt round. It’s almost dawn, but I could still get a couple of hours in with the demon gangs.’

Buffy shook her head. ‘I can’t believe Oz wouldn’t have discovered if he’d been in a fight. The vamps and demons would be only too happy to tell him if they’d made a killing.’

Spike threw the brush down and pulled her into his arms. She buried her fingers in his hair as he bent his head to kiss her, deeply, passionately.

For ages they stood, locked together, just staring into each other’s eyes. It was all so natural, Buffy thought. Here they were, together, married, in love, in their bedroom and there was no need to worry, no need to apologise, or hide or feel any guilt. For a fleeting second, Riley’s face came into her mind, then faded away like mist on a hot day. He was there but she was here and so was Spike, her husband.

He slid his hands under her T.shirt and she quivered as his rough fingers sort the hard tips of her breasts and circled them slowly. She heard little mewing noises coming from her mouth, it was getting hard to breathe.

Now he was peeling off her jeans, hissing as he scented the wet scarlet panties that only just covered the curls between her thighs.

She groaned. He was being so slow, she was shaking with desire and expectation. She reached for him, but he just tutted, smiled and held her hands effortlessly behind her back.

Then he reached down, slowly sliding his other hand inside her panties, tugging at the curls, easing her lips apart, never breaking his gaze, glorying in the expression that crossed her face as his fingers found her clit.

‘Please, please, now, do it, do me, now, Spike, for god’s sake, fuck me, it’s been so long, so long, do it, now, now, please, oh don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t...oh god, ’ A babble of words broke from her as his thumb strummed her, once, twice, again and again and oh god she was flooding, her legs stiffened, and she screamed as her body roared up and up and up, the climax shattering her into tiny atoms of feeling, each one exploding in red, gold,crimson and scarlet stars.

Then they were in the bed, naked and before she could come down from the heights he’d sent her to, he was deep, deep inside her, riding her harder and harder, and she’d never known it could be like this, oh god, there was no way he could get any deeper inside her, but he tossed her legs up over his shoulders and as her bottom came up off the sheet and her head tossed side to side in ecstasy, he vamped out and thundered out his climax as she exploded into hers.

An hour later Buffy came to from her fourth climax. Spike’s head was buried between her thighs and she felt as if every bone in her body had turned to jelly. But oh god did she feel good.

Now she realised why she always felt she was holding back with Riley. Somewhere, buried inside her consciousness was this knowledge that she belonged to Spike. Her body knew it, even if her memory didn’t. And even if she had sex with Riley, she knew it was a very pale imitation of the real thing.

She could feel the breath he didn’t need tickling her damp thigh. If he reached his tongue out and licked her clit one more time, she would surely die. And if he didn’t, she would kill him!

Buffy lay back and shut her eyes. She knew that very soon they would have to get up and start on their hunt for Xander. She whimpered in glee as the cold tongue suddenly prised her lips apart and assaulted her clit again.

And before all sense vanished from her mind and the waves of passion overtook her once more, she knew it might not be a very long hunt.

For just as Oz had been leaving, he’d told her one little extra thing. The name of the girl behind the bar at the Bronze was - Anya.

to be continued
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